Poetry / My victory over hidden plains

This is the truth.
Breathe it in gently with your eyes.
As your pupils inhale,
may you be cleansed of your lies.

Precarious.
Hilarious.

A fierce drum beat.
A pitter patter of soft mad feet.

Languidly laze alone
and take it all in.

The murder.
The madness.
The sin.

Decadence in spades;
this life.

The win

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